You know how you don’t really appreciate your friends that host the big thanksgiving dinner til the year you are the one doing it? Or maybe you don’t even listen/care to your friend’s harrowing birth story til you are about to have a baby? Well, I’m in the throes of REALLY appreciating all of my friends that have written a book right now – including Anne Sage with her new book ‘‘.
To celebrate the book and to give me some fun original content Anne has listed here the 5 things from her house that she would save from a fire – mainly because I thought that would be way more fun than a serious review. Click on through to see what those are.
But first …. here is my official review of the book (which is on the back cover): “Anne Sage’s new book breaks down the relationship between our home and our happiness. It’s no secret that our home makes us happy, and in turn our happiness makes our home, and this book points out the connection in a way that is relatable and doable. Plus, it’s a reminder that perfection is totally boring — the most interesting homes are ‘flawed’ yet completely compelling and inviting.”
The five things I’d save if my house were burning down? First of all, since pets aren’t ‘things’ but rather furry demanding people, let’s assume that my two cats and two dogs have already escaped unscathed. Then we’ll also take it as a given that my boyfriend George Costanzaed past the women and children and shoved his way to safety. Now here’s what I’d risk life and limb to grab:
1. My sleepytime pillow. You know those people carrying a pillow like a security blanket through the airport? Yeah, I’m one of those. A decent night’s sleep is worth the mocking sneers of fellow travelers, and I simply don’t trust hotels or hostesses to meet my pillow needs. I’m all about firm but flat, really more like a ledge for my head than a pillow at all. Mine is a $7 Target pillow and no matter how heated life gets, it always has a cool perspective waiting for me on the other side.
2. My couch. Mothers have been known to exhibit superhuman strength when their children are trapped in burning buildings, and I’d expect no less from myself when it came time to haul this baby out the door. My decade-long quest for the ideal couch ended when I stumbled on this black leather sofa from Lamps Plus. Its tufted bench seat means I don’t feel like the cushions are devouring me, and its clean lines make it versatile enough to adapt as my style evolves. Plus it’s acquiring the perfect patina as it ages, and I’ve worked too hard on that butt divot to lose it in the flames.
3. My custom moon painting. When I was a kid my dad would drag me into the yard to view the night sky through his telescope. Back then I thought that if you’ve seen one crater you’ve seen them all, but something those reluctant astronomy lessons must about must have stuck with me because when I saw these Kristine Claghorn paintings of the moon, I had to have one. Kristine kindly created an extra large one pink one just for me, and it hangs next to my TV to remind me in my dad’s voice that I should turn off Netflix and ‘go outside for Pete’s sake!’
4. My Little Dude. This petite table by furniture designer Eric Trine is the first thing I bought for my apartment when I moved to LA three years ago. Today it’s everything to me. Literally. I use it as a sturdy step stool for hard to reach places, as a meditation seat during my sunrise Chakra groundings, even as a standing desk with my laptop on the kitchen counter. The Little Dude has now been discontinued, but I fully support the campaign to bring him back. Because life is better when you’ve got a Little Dude at your beck and call!
5. My white Ikea tabletop. Easily the most photographed object in my home, the Linnmon table stands at the ready to be a white surface for Instagram flat lays. I simply screw in the legs and its a chic modern desk for my actually nonexistent home office. Or just add a linen cloth and boom, I’ve got the foundation for a rustic table setting. Buy why not just replace it after the fire, you ask? Well, the price has gone up a few dollars since I bought mine—and if my house has burned down, I’ll presumably need that $3 for a hemp milk latte in which to drown my sorrows.
Anne even made a video to promote the book – one that really tells the story that you’ll find within those pages. Watch it and then if you are so inclined support her by
Thanks, Anne. And good look there with that book. testtest